Just because I'm in the process of de-boring my MySpace pages, and I have yet to find a decent set of MySpace references on the Internet, I made two from various sources, mostly the references at http://www.tagtooga.com/.
MySpace Customization Code Reference
and
MySpace Selector Reference
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
Some meme someone sent me
If by meme you mean something to waste time with.
The ABCs of ... Pierce
Accent: Mostly southern. It really depends on the day and the word and who I’ve been around lately.
Booze: Don’t hardly drink no more. When I do, it’s been margaritas or beer. Back in high school and the Marines, when I was the devastated driver, it was anything that sat still long enough; a particular favorite was Hi-C Fruit Punch and Everclear in a big-ass gas station mug.
Chore I Hate: Dealing with the litter box. Of course it’s my job.
Dog or Cat: One of each right now.
Essential Electronics: Computer. I start to get twitchy if I go too long without.
Favorite Cologne: None. I’ve always avoided the stuff; must be an after-effect of the doused-in-Polo years. That shit still makes me gag.
Gold or Silver: Silver. Some white gold, because we couldn’t find wedding rings we liked in silver.
Hometown: Sherwood, Ark., a bedroom community north of Little Rock.
Insomnia: All the time. More of a problem now that I have apnea. Or maybe because I’m bipolar.
Job Title: None right now. Don’t miss having one; miss working, though.
Kids: One of each. Girl’s five and damned near a clone of me; boy’s three, looks more like mom but has some of my more endearing qualities.
Living arrangements: In a rental house on a dead-end street behind a hospital with a trauma center and helipad, with wife, kids, animals and a whole lot of junk.
Most admirable traits: Loyalty, intelligence, humor, determination.
Not going to cop to: All the Disney Channel shows I like: Jojo’s Circus, Go Baby, Charlie & Lola, Stanley, The Koala Brothers, Shanna’s Show, Kim Possible. KP’s probably the hardest to explain. I mean, the rest are right down the kids’ alley.
Overnight hospital stays: Let’s see, appendicitis as a kid, broken finger as a Marine, uvulopalatopharyngoplasy/polypectomy/tonsilectomy as an AP reporter, births of my children (though I really didn’t have to stay, since I didn’t do much work).
Phobias: Bugs and spiders; deep water.
Quote: There are things it is better to try to fix with no chance of success than to allow to continue without protest; it’s not that you may be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, but if you pile on, maybe you put it one day closer to breaking.
Religion: None. I don't need a magic fairy to blame/thank for my situation.
Siblings: One, a sister, 13 days short of being 13 years younger than I. Thank you very much banned herbicide, if you’d have stayed legal for a few more years, I’d have been an only child. We actually get along now that she’s not sucking the available resources out of our family.
Time I wake up: When I have to. Given my druthers, it’s around 10, but I don’t want to sleep before 4.
Unusual talent or skill: Ability to see dust on my eyeballs.
Vegetables I love: Brussels sprouts and turnip greens
Worst habit: Smoking when I smoke, procrastinating when I procrastinate
X-rays: So many I should glow in the dark
Yummy foods I make: Fried pickles, cornbread, steak, spaghetti, creamy garlic mashed potatoes. Excuse me, I gotta go eat now.
Zodiac sign: Libra, the best one of all.
The ABCs of ... Pierce
Accent: Mostly southern. It really depends on the day and the word and who I’ve been around lately.
Booze: Don’t hardly drink no more. When I do, it’s been margaritas or beer. Back in high school and the Marines, when I was the devastated driver, it was anything that sat still long enough; a particular favorite was Hi-C Fruit Punch and Everclear in a big-ass gas station mug.
Chore I Hate: Dealing with the litter box. Of course it’s my job.
Dog or Cat: One of each right now.
Essential Electronics: Computer. I start to get twitchy if I go too long without.
Favorite Cologne: None. I’ve always avoided the stuff; must be an after-effect of the doused-in-Polo years. That shit still makes me gag.
Gold or Silver: Silver. Some white gold, because we couldn’t find wedding rings we liked in silver.
Hometown: Sherwood, Ark., a bedroom community north of Little Rock.
Insomnia: All the time. More of a problem now that I have apnea. Or maybe because I’m bipolar.
Job Title: None right now. Don’t miss having one; miss working, though.
Kids: One of each. Girl’s five and damned near a clone of me; boy’s three, looks more like mom but has some of my more endearing qualities.
Living arrangements: In a rental house on a dead-end street behind a hospital with a trauma center and helipad, with wife, kids, animals and a whole lot of junk.
Most admirable traits: Loyalty, intelligence, humor, determination.
Not going to cop to: All the Disney Channel shows I like: Jojo’s Circus, Go Baby, Charlie & Lola, Stanley, The Koala Brothers, Shanna’s Show, Kim Possible. KP’s probably the hardest to explain. I mean, the rest are right down the kids’ alley.
Overnight hospital stays: Let’s see, appendicitis as a kid, broken finger as a Marine, uvulopalatopharyngoplasy/polypectomy/tonsilectomy as an AP reporter, births of my children (though I really didn’t have to stay, since I didn’t do much work).
Phobias: Bugs and spiders; deep water.
Quote: There are things it is better to try to fix with no chance of success than to allow to continue without protest; it’s not that you may be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, but if you pile on, maybe you put it one day closer to breaking.
Religion: None. I don't need a magic fairy to blame/thank for my situation.
Siblings: One, a sister, 13 days short of being 13 years younger than I. Thank you very much banned herbicide, if you’d have stayed legal for a few more years, I’d have been an only child. We actually get along now that she’s not sucking the available resources out of our family.
Time I wake up: When I have to. Given my druthers, it’s around 10, but I don’t want to sleep before 4.
Unusual talent or skill: Ability to see dust on my eyeballs.
Vegetables I love: Brussels sprouts and turnip greens
Worst habit: Smoking when I smoke, procrastinating when I procrastinate
X-rays: So many I should glow in the dark
Yummy foods I make: Fried pickles, cornbread, steak, spaghetti, creamy garlic mashed potatoes. Excuse me, I gotta go eat now.
Zodiac sign: Libra, the best one of all.
Mailing it in, some with reason, some without
So I'm trying to find out when I "bought" a Motorola HS850 Bluetooth headset from CompUSA. I put bought in scare quotes above because I actually received it as a replacement for a Jabra headset whose battery had pooped out that had gone off the market and that I had, for some reason, bought the super deluxe extended warranty. So they said, here, you can have this one instead. Worked for me. And, my financial situation being far graver than when I purchased the original headset, I passed on the SDEW. Not that it may have mattered.
You see, that whole thing was an example of great customer service, because the original purchase was something like 30 months in the past, and if the original receipt still existed, I had no clue where it was. So I called, and a very nice person at the store in Virginia said they could look up the transaction at the store in Arkansas and print me out a duplicate receipt to use to get a new headset.
Today, everything is different. The Alexandria, Va. store where I "bought" the new headset is closing, along with a ton of others, and the manager couldn't be bothered to do more than tell me to call Columbia, Md. (And I can totally see that--I mean, he's screwed even more than when he was trying to get a good work effort out of people whose job prospects led them to CompUSA.) Columbia said it couldn't look up another store's receipts. The national 800 number was apparently designed by people who wanted to talk to anyone but a regular everyday customer, because there wasn't an option for anyone not on the Technology Assistance Plan, a Corporate Customer, interested in training, or some combination thereof.
On the other hand, Motorola is at least being nicely inquisitive about the situation. We'll see how that goes. And I can get a new one for under $40 on Amazon, but I hate buying things that are still under warranty.
You see, that whole thing was an example of great customer service, because the original purchase was something like 30 months in the past, and if the original receipt still existed, I had no clue where it was. So I called, and a very nice person at the store in Virginia said they could look up the transaction at the store in Arkansas and print me out a duplicate receipt to use to get a new headset.
Today, everything is different. The Alexandria, Va. store where I "bought" the new headset is closing, along with a ton of others, and the manager couldn't be bothered to do more than tell me to call Columbia, Md. (And I can totally see that--I mean, he's screwed even more than when he was trying to get a good work effort out of people whose job prospects led them to CompUSA.) Columbia said it couldn't look up another store's receipts. The national 800 number was apparently designed by people who wanted to talk to anyone but a regular everyday customer, because there wasn't an option for anyone not on the Technology Assistance Plan, a Corporate Customer, interested in training, or some combination thereof.
On the other hand, Motorola is at least being nicely inquisitive about the situation. We'll see how that goes. And I can get a new one for under $40 on Amazon, but I hate buying things that are still under warranty.
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